Dessa wakes up and usually finds she has the house to herself. She eats whatever might be kicking around the place, which usually isn't much. She cleans and tidies up, and pretends to fiddle with the garden though she has no idea what she is doing most of the time. Then, for want of anything better to do, she wanders into Bree.
It hasn't changed much. It's the town she has always known, from growing up in the cold alleyways to hanging around the theatre troupes and finally finding someone who cared enough to help her up and out.
Now it's busier, but she still stands on the corners, in the shadows, watching and waiting. Occasionally she'll get a kind word, a coin or two, some bread.
Mostly she just gets yelled at. Or laughed at. So she slips back into the shadows and waits.
Waiting for what? She isn't sure. But something will happen soon, she knows it.
Something must.
